It's been about two hours since Sabina and I talked. She seems to be in a much better mood now. I haven't taken my eyes off of her once.
I know that Sabina feels like nothing was wrong with us hooking up last night. In fact, she seems to be on cloud nine. She's even glowing.
But he marks poking out from the neck of her T-shirt, and the bottoms of her shorts, and even the ones that I see when her shirt rides up a bit... Are a constant reminder of last night.
I'm still not sure that I didn't lose control and force myself on her. My instincts could have taken over for all I know. Not that Sabina seemed to care.
I also have no idea why I can't remember. Trying to remember what happened is impossible for me. It's so strange too. It's like my body recognizes what happened. Every time I see o
